Bavarian Unicorn

Back in Garmisch, she stopped at her hotel rather than taking me back to mine.

"Come up to the room," she said. "That wasn't a proper fuck. We were too cramped."

"So, I disappointed?" I said, my own insides teeming from what I'd done--not just the husband, but the wife, as well. Had I no moral grounding at all? But she was so luscious--and she initiated it all.

"Not at all," she said. "Come up to the room."

"Hari. Won't Hari be there?" And then, most appropriately, "How can we do this to Hari?"

"You did it to me with Hari, didn't you?" she said.

My blood went to ice.

"Come up to the room," she repeated. It no longer sounded like a request. It sounded like a demand.

I followed her up to her room. Hari wasn't there--at least at first. I was fucking Myra on the bed in a missionary, both of us naked, Myra on her back, her arms flung above her head, her hands grasping the headboard, her back and head arched, Myra laughing at the ceiling, her legs raised and spread, as I crouched between her thighs and was giving her everything I had, sucking on her upthrust nipples, when Hari entered the room and sat, in a chair, watching us. Obviously, he didn't object to me fucking his wife and Myra didn't object to him watching me do so. I was too invested in the fuck to stop or to particularly care. It was dawning on me that this was a game the two of them played--for their own pleasure.

I had played this game before myself. I wondered if they discerned that I had done so, or did they think this was something new for me?

Hari was smoking a joint as he watched me plowing his wife. After a while, he rose from the chair, stripped, rolled a condom on his erection--so it isn't like I didn't know what he was going to do--languidly moved up onto the bed, behind me, grasped my hips between his hands, mounted and penetrated me from behind, and fucked me while I was fucking his wife.

The room was going dark when I woke. I was lying on my back in the center of the bed. Myra was stretched out on one side of me, turned to me, one of her arms across my chest. Hari mirrored her on the other side of me, although his arm was across me lower, and his hand, even in his sleep, was grasping and slow stroking my cock. We all were naked. We all were spent from sex.

They didn't seem to awaken as I extricated myself, padded into the bathroom, picking up my clothes as I moved, and took a shower. I dressed in the bathroom. When I came out, they were awake. Hari was on his back on the bed and Myra was straddled on top of him, facing him, with her arms flung back, her hands palming his kneecaps, and she was riding his cock. He was massaging her breasts with his hands. Both turned dreamy looks in my direction as I emerged from the bathroom, and they gave me small, lust-filled smiles, but they said nothing. I no longer was needed in their lovemaking--at least for now. But I had the feeling that they had a longer-term need for me, and that was confirmed in what Hari said as I was leaving.

"Check out of your hotel and come back here with your things," he said. It didn't seem to be a proposal. It seemed to be a command from a belief that he now was my master.

I left the room and their hotel, and went to my own hotel. From my room I called a hotel, the Edelweiss, sister hotel of the one here in Garmisch, in Berchtesgaden, two-hours-drive to the east on the German-Austrian border, but still in the Bavarian alps, and made reservations. I would think on this more, on Hari and Myra and how I fit in with their sex games, but I would continue my Bavarian vacation and I wouldn't let what was happening here consume me. I had to separate. If this was the end of it, that was fine. This was playing with fire, a whole different dimension of sex than I had been dealing with before. They clearly didn't want just an encounter. They wanted more. They wanted to own me. I'd been toying with bisexuality but not in this form--not a couple that wanted me to become their long-term toy.

I packed, went to my rental car, and left for Berchtesgaden.

* * * *

Berchtesgaden was known for more than being an alpine ski resort with a nearby large recreational lake, the Königsee, as well as a salt mining center, where tourists now could take a toboggan ride through the tunnels. Obersalzberg, perched on the mountain above Berchtesgaden, had been where Adolf Hitler maintained a residence, the Berghof, where he and his girlfriend, Eva Braun, spent more time in residence than anywhere else during World War Two. And above that, on the tip of the mountain, rested Kehlsteinhaus, the Eagles Nest, reached by a bronze elevator in the heart of the mountain, which served as a teahouse for the Nazi elite gathering around Hitler in Obersalzberg. Salzburg, in Austria, lay just thirty miles on the other side of the mountain, Kehlstein, from Obersalzberg.

It was in the Eagles Nest, where I was having a beer instead of tea and, I must admit, thinking of Hari and Myra with a bit of sexual longing, that Hari and Myra caught up with me again.

"Do you mind if we have a sit with you?" Hari said, looming between where I sat, looking down into the lush Alpian foothills of Germany and the top of the escape elevator.

"No, of course not," I answered.

"Did you check out of your hotel and do you have all of your things in your car?"

"Yes," I answered.

There was no talk of what we'd done, the three of us--or what I'd done, separately, with either of them before that. We just talked about what we'd just seen in the Berchtesgaden and Obersalzberg area and how beautiful the Bavarian countryside was. The conversation was free and easy. I found I neither regretted nor was embarrassed any longer by having had sex with both of them. They certainly didn't seem bothered by it.

"What a coincidence. We're staying at the Edelweiss in Berchtesgaden too," Hari said.

It too no more than that for him to assert his control over--his ownership of--me. I had not made much of an effort to escape them.

We fucked in a threesome on the bed in their hotel room, first Hari watching me fuck Myra and then Myra watching Hari fuck me. Hari was on his back on the bed and I was riding his cock, facing him and palming his pecs, when Myra, wearing a strap-on phallus, climbed up behind me, mounted and penetrated me with the phallus running into me above Hari's buried cock, and the two of them fucked me together.

Myra had lain beside me, kissing me and stroking my cock, while her husband crouched between her spread thighs and fucked her. When he finished fucking Myra, Hari rolled over me to the other side, and I became the center of attention. They both kissed me on the mouth and throat while handling my erection and stroking me off, making a mutual project of me. As the three of us lay side by side, me in the middle, and, panting lightly, cooled down, Myra spoke.

"Where were you planning to go from here, Tyler?"

"I thought I'd go over into Austria, starting with Salzburg," I answered. "And maybe on to Vienna from there."

"Myra and I were talking about doing the same," Hari murmured. "Perhaps we could go together, the three of us. We seem to be hitting it off well."

"Sure, why not," I answered. And, indeed, why not? It doesn't have to be either/or. It can be both.

"I believe you told me you were a writer," Hari said.

"Yes," I am.

"We have an opening for a writer on our production crew," Myra chimed in.

"Do you?" I asked, feeling the door of a cage closely, but, strangely, not caring.

[One Urban Dictionary definition of the sexual term "Unicorn": A bisexual person, usually though not always female, who is willing to join an existing couple, often with the presumption that this person will date and become sexually involved with both members of that couple, and not demand anything or do anything which might cause problems or inconvenience to that couple.]